Give me a match? Foo this match already mine to start with -snaps fingers and bobs head-
by Rick Astin
Astin shaking his head no....but Kveldulf is proving to be quite resilient...though so is the mighty tinman!
A game of tug of war has broken out here as Dulf tries to push Astin out of the hold...and Astin tries to pull his grip in tighter...
After a few rounds of this...and more then enough fans have returned from their pee break....Dulf seemingly loses his strength....HAHA one might think! And naturally that's what Astin thought...overpowering the White King!
Only one problem...Kveldulf did not actually lose his strength....instead of fighting...Dulf let Astin's force do the work for him....Using the tinman's momentum to flip him over and forcefully breaking the hold!
Kveldulf rubs his neck for a moment before smashing into Astin's solar plexus with a thunderous forearm..
With Astin dry heaving...Kveldulf hooks the leg...
ONE!!
TW..ASTIN POKES HIS FINGERS IN KVELDULF'S EYE!!..The refs vision is obscured by the bodies!
Kveldulf clawing at his own face in pain...Astin leaps on his back! Trying to lock in a sleeper hold!
Kveldulf resists this with every fiber of his being....
JR: It's like he's riding a bucking bronco!
King: Or a nubile co-ed who realizes she hasn't drank quite enough yet after all...
JR: Oo!
Dulf tries flipping astin over again....but the tinman holds on tight...still trying to lock in that sleeperhold...
HE GETS IT!!
Kveldulf's world is slowly fading....he falls to one knee! Astin now nodding with excitement...
The ref grabs the white king's hand...raising it up high...the zebra lets go...and the hand drops like a limp noodle..
ONE!!
Ref grabs the hand again....raising it once more....drops it..more limp noodle...
TWO!!
The Ref goes at it once more...grabbing the hand he raises it high....drops it...INSTEAD OF THE LIMP NOODLE....WE GET A FIST PUMP!!
Astin goes back to the shaking his head no bit!!
Kveldulf continues pumping...he's up to his feet....BACK DOWN TO ONE KNEE!!
Astin back with the nodding again...."NYQUIL AINT GOT NOTHIN ON ME!"
Kveldulf launches himself up and backwards into the turnbuckles!! SQUISHING THE MIGHTY TINMAN!!
Falling face first onto all fours...The White King rubs his neck while breathing heavily...regaining his senses as Astin slinks into the bottom turnbuckle like oil from a BP tanker...
